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I am probably going to be scarred for life. There's nothing more terrible in this world than walking in on someone trying to "get it on" with their hand.

Ashton slaps his laptop closed and looks up at his girlfriend and I. not to mention he looks really flustered.

"What the hell Anna?" He says angrily. He looks over at the blond to my right and furrows his brows. "Didn't I tell you to go home?" He says eking the girl suspiciously. Right there the girl starts sobbing.

I have no clue what's going on.

"What the hell is going on here? Why did I find this girl leaving your room at two in the morning?" I asked, whispering, not wanting to wake up his mother and siblings.

"I don't think it's any of your business." Ashton says glaring at me.

I glare right back at him. "I actually think it is my business, unless I should make it your mom's business and tell her all about what I've just witnessed." I said nodding towards his laptop.

Ashton's gave stayed blank, but a small blush crept onto his face.

Ha. I've gotten to him.

"Fine," he sighed. "If you must know, this is Bianca, we've been." He paused. "Talking, I guess."

"That doesn't explain what she's doing leaving your room this late." I said, exhaustion finally catching up to me.

"I, uh, wanted something from her. So I asked her to come over. But there were technical difficulties I guess you can say." He said pausing again. "So I had to do what a man's gotta do."

I snorted. "So pathetic, you couldn't let your sexual desires rest for a while?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

I walked out of Ashton's room shutting the door. I grabbed Bianca's arm and escorted her out the house. "Good luck." I said to her as I shut the door.

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I groaned as I hit the alarm clock.

6 a.m.

It is way too early for this shit. I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. Sunday's are suppose to be lazy days.

At least for people who don't need to pay a debt that's over five grand.

I haven't really talked about that whole situation yet have I?

Let's start from the beginning.

I was about ten years old when we got the terrible news.

My father had a brain tumor.

This news shattered our family. Even little Jen, who was only 6 years old at the time, knew how devastating this was.

There was no possible way for our family to pay for the Chemotherapy. I heard the argument my parents had for nights on end.

Suddenly the fighting stopped and dad received his medicine. I asked my mom what happened. Jen thought the medicine fairy brought it to us. But I knew better. Later that day, my mom explained to me that dad asked his friend Joey for a loan. She said everything was going to be okay. That dad was going to live a long healthy life.

Oh, how I wish that were true.

Two years after he started Chemo we noticed that he was only getting worse. I knew what the end result would be. I kept pushing that thought away, but I knew that there was no running from the truth.

The doctors said my dad needed more medicine, so my parents borrowed more money from Joey. Our good family friend Joey.

He wouldn't hold this against us right? Our dad's life was at stake here. He would never do such a thing, right?

A year after they gave him even more Chemo my dad passed. As if things weren't bad enough already, Joey expected us to pay him back.

Every single penny.

Mom tried and tried to find jobs, but it was hard to find a good work schedule since she had two girls to raise.

One day my mom invited Joey over to dinner to talk about our money situation. She sent Jen and I up to our room but I heard every single word of the argument they had.

"How the hell do you expect me to pay all this money, Joey. I thought you were out friend. That we could trust you!" My mom yelled.

"You can trust me. Which is why I came up with the perfect solution for this whole ordeal. Come work for me."

The conversation got quiet over that, yet I could hear my mother's sobs as she said, "yes."

I was pretty sure I heard my heart break into a million pieces. I knew all about Joey's business. I wanted my mother as far away from that as possible.

But we had no other choice. We needed to pay off that debt.

From then on I decided that I would do whatever it takes to make life easier for mom. Take care of Jen, clean, cook, anything.

My mom was slowly, but surely started laying off our debt.

Then, with our family's luck, mom caught an STD from a client. So of course she couldn't work anymore. since I was already 18 I offered myself up for the job, wanting so desperately to pay off the debt before Jen has to face the same fate as my mother and I.

So here I am, two years later, working at a sex club trying to pay off the debt for the Chemo that did nothing to help my father.

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I am so very sorry I have not published anything in literally forever. Times have been really hard for me lately, but I am back now and better than I've been in a long time.

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